Trances of Vitriol and Warpstone

Not everyone is cursed by a Yozi for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but I was.

Not everyone has to forswear their name for power, but I did.

What did you do that you could possibly regret, and what does that say about you?

— Diary of Trances of Vitriol and Warpstone, Nexus, 769RR.

Windblown Snow's magic shoppe.
"Hey Trance."
"Hey Snow, what new stuff you got for sale today?"
"Nothing, these group beat you to the new stuff."
"What was that?"
"Oh, you know, those handcuffs you sold me when you arrived in town."
"Damn, you promised not to sell those!"
"What, it's just a set of cuffs..."
"No!" And as she gesticulated, Trances remembered where she'd gotten the cuffs, during her tutelage with the demon Mara. There's been passionate lovemaking, and brutal punishment, long sessions tied up and helpless, while the timeless demon tended to other matters. Her face was RED, well brown, good thing for a green skin, he probably couldn't tell how badly she was blushing... "It's got sentimental value!"
"Sorry Trance, dear, but business is business, and they had the coin."